[poet]

This is my favorite betting site by far, partly because there is a lot of intellect here, even if it is being wasted or "lost." Hence, I offer you this poem I found, that celebrates the art of losing. So the next time somebody calls you a loser, recite them this poem to remind them that, in the game of life, there are no winners, only losers.

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.


Elizabeth Bishop

[poet]

HC, Eagle, I would of thought you guys would appreciate a little culture around here. Or are you too far gone?

[matt1216]

Poet, we need good vibes around here. This isn't a discussion people really like to talk about. The winning attitude is contagious. Talk about a winning formula, people will visit.

[poet]

Poet, we need good vibes around here. This isn't a discussion people really like to talk about. The winning attitude is contagious. Talk about a winning formula, people will visit.

OK, how about this one:

"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me."

The poem was meant to be uplifting, in its own perverse way. In other words, since everything in life is losing (possessions, loved ones, one's memories, time etc), then there is no such thing as losing, it's just life!

[matt1216]

OK, how about this one:

"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me."

The poem was meant to be uplifting, in its own perverse way. In other words, since everything in life is losing (possessions, loved ones, one's memories, time etc), then there is no such thing as losing, it's just life!

I understand man. It's a clever poem, good job.

[EaglesPhan36]

Figures a chick wrote that.

Be on the Right Side of the Choke, that is all there is to live by in tennis betting.

If you avoid the choke, you shall not go broke.
If you back those who cannot close, it adds to you financial woes.

-EP36, circa All Last Week